Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.